I once compared myself to my cat, and noted that my behaviors have likely shaped his personality as we’ve grown together.
Over a year later, this holds especially true, and with clarity.
Yes, my darling blue has inherited my loving spirit,
my appreciation for quiet, and the smell of coffee,
my ability to adapt to my change, as long as I have those I love and trust around me.
But as a result, he’s also developed my need for positive feedback,
a mild sense of separation anxiety,
and a recently developed distrust of new faces.
We both know that others are our strength, but also our weakness. Heartstring sensitivity. It can cause us to hunker down in a bomb shelter with our emotions, and hide until someone pries the door open, or we decide to see the light of day and hope the destruction is over. I would say that is the human way, but based on Orion it isn’t exclusive to humans.
So, what can we do with this knowledge? Today, I use the cat to my advantage.
I walk through my emotional bunker with a frying pan and wooden spoon, having heard a knock on the hatch. I wake the key players that I have been harboring. My warmth, determination, curiosity, spirit, and vulnerability rise. Our hibernation is over, whether the world is ready for or deserves us or not. It’s morning; time to peak our heads above ground and take a breath of fresh air.
For this morning, I remember that the cruelty of the world cannot shape me without my consent. And in remembering that, I’m grabbing it by the shirt collar and denying it the satisfaction of killing my spirit.
We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.
Cheers to the cat, this cup of coffee, and an undying curiosity.